People ask all the time, "What are you thinking?" It's my least favorite question in the world. The last bastion of solace is my mind. It's an invasion.

The run I was on made Sinatra, Flynn, Jagger, Richards, all of them look like droopy-eyed armless children.

Can't is the cancer of happening.

It's not an act. I love it. It's totally original. People go, 'What's going on with this guy? Why does he sound so weird? What is going on in his brain. I don't know. Just one day I suddenly woke up with a new brain.

I still don't have all the answers. I'm more interested in what I can do next than what I did last.

You can have rules at home that are different from the rest of the world's as long as you're not hurting anyone.

I was bangin’ 7 gram rocks and finishing them because that’s how I roll